"Déjà vu my ass!" Flynn exclaimed. "...If you don't have something to cover yourself with, cover that unsightly thing with your hands, it's distracting."
Unsightly thing?
"...You mean my pe-"
"Yes, your peter" he cut me off, emphasizing the word peter. "You don't have to say it out loud..."
"Who in the fuck calls a penis a peter?" Jon, who was resting on a chair, said giggling. "What are you, an elementary student?"
"Shut up, barf face!" Flynn yelled at Jon with his cheeks flushed.
"...Barf... face...?" Jon repeated in a low voice, looking at him. "Wanna say that again, penis head?!" he then stood up shouting.
"Yeah, barf fucking face!" Flynn shouted while aiming his rifle at Jon. "I can say it whenever I want to say it, puke machine!"
"Shut up, little peter prick! Why won't you suck your dick?!" Jon kept his voice as loud as Flynn's. "That's what you're only good at!"
"What's the matter with it?" I interrupted. "I know humans, especially males, have one, like mine."
"That's the point!" Flynn pointed his rifle at me. "I have one, so you don't have to show yours! Just cover it, you nudist shit!"
"...Understood." I said as I covered my 'peter' with both of my hands.
"All right, enough bullshits..." Jon, lowered his voice, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Can you please show your hands to me? My handcuffs would like to say hi to them."
"...Understood," I said as I put my hands in front of me.
"My handcuffs would like to say hi to them~" Flynn repeated in a sarcastic tone while making faces. "Sheesh, what are you? A police character on some generic action film? If you'd go outside instead of watching shitty films, you'll have one or two bitches by now..."
"Said the one who can't even talk to a single bitch." Jon said. "I bet your mom's the only female you can talk to without shitting your pants."
"That's not true!" Flynn quickly looked at Jon and blushed. "I... uhm... I f-fucked... I fucked your m-mom... l-last night... Yeah! I fucked your mom last night! She even said that he can't get enough of this ten-inches p- peni-... peter that I have!" he said with a triumphant smile.
Sticking to peter at the end, huh?
"Is that so?" Jon said calmly as he was getting the handcuffs off his waist. "Then congratulations. You graduated from jerking off on your own to fucking corpses. Not the exact progress I had in mind, but progress is still progress."
"...A-Aunt Terisse... is dead...?" Flynn muttered. "...She just baked cookies for me last Sunday...."
"..." Jon paused a bit and continued to put me in handcuffs.
"...Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Flynn, with a low and serious tone, said. "She was just fine the last time I saw her, right? She even got a big smile on her face while she served me cookies at your house..."
"...It all happened so fast," Jon, already finished handcuffing me, said with both of his hands clenching.
"...Mum fought with a smile... but cancer got the best of her... I'm sorry, I didn't know the right time when'll I say it to you..."
"...Aunt Terisse..." Jon sniffled, turning his back on us. "...She was the sweetest... She was like a mother to me... I'll miss her cookies..."
"C'mon, dickhead." Jon let out an awkward giggle. "Stop crying. Here, a handkerchief." He then walked towards Flynn and offered his handkerchief.
"...You could be nice sometimes, huh, barf shit..." Flynn blew his nose onto the handkerchief. "...If you need some company, I'm here."
"Y-Yeah..." Jon, holding his laughter, said. "T-That w-would b-be great..."
"What's funny?" Flynn said, with his face filled with seems to be vomit residuals. "Is there something on my face?"
"There's-"
Jon, in one motion, covered my mouth with both of his hands. "Nothing! Did I mention, you look stunning today!" he said with a smile, not stuttering a single word.
"I-Is t-that so...?" Flynn blushed. "...Well, I could be more attractive if I tried to," he said with a smug expression.
...If he tried to?
"If you tried to?" Jon said exactly what I was thinking. "Pftt... What does that suppose to mean?" he then burst out a laughter.
"I know what you feel, my old friend..." Flynn placed his right hand on Jon's shoulder and said in a serious tone. "But laughing can get you no bitches."
"..." Jon looked at him speechless.
"If you feel that envious, I don't mind teaching you a thing or two on how to be more attractive!" Flynn said while crossing his arms with a smirk. "So you can get some bitches. No need to thank me!"
"Uhm, no-"
"Shhhh... I said no need to thank me..." Flynn suddenly placed his index finger on Jon's lips before Jon managed to finish what he was saying. "I gotcha boy, I gotcha..." he said in a hushed tone while rubbing his finger at Jon's lips while struggling to wink.
"..." Jon didn't even utter a word as his lips were being played by Flynn. Or is he just staring at Flynn's face full of vomit residue?
I just stood there, fully naked while watching a fully grown man, with a face full of vomit, playing with another fully grown man's lips.
I don't know when or how to interrupt such a situation. But a part of me thought I have to or else this won't end until the sun sets, in other terms, until I lost consciousness again.
"Excuse-"
"...What are you two doing?" Someone approaching the hospital's main entrance stopped walking for a moment and stared at us with squinting eyes. "
The two, Flynn and Jon, both saluted in a synchronized way as soon as they saw the man. "Good morning, Sir!" They both greeted him with intense voices.
He looked familiar. Very familiar.
"...Lieutenant Narc?" Unsure of myself, I asked the man standing just a few steps away from us.
"Rem...?" Lieutenant Narc's voice came out from his mouth as his eyes widened scanning me from head to toe.
After I took a closer look, it was indeed Lieutenant Narc. Wearing a camouflage green shirt with military pants and seems to be holding a small bouquet, carnations to be exact. "...So you're not broken, thank goodness..." he whispered to himself with a subtle smile.
Broken? Did he mean me? Don't tell me he knows about me.
"...What do you mean broken?" I asked
"Never mind that. Why are you naked?" Lieutenant Narc shrugs off my question and asks me instead.
"...Your peter's showing, you know that?"
So you call them "peter" too, huh?
